Her Forgotten Cowboy

“I’m glad you didn’t sell them.” Her throat tightened around the words. It was an odd feeling brushing her palm over the alpaca’s soft head. She searched her mind and found nothing regarding the animals, and yet her heart naturally responded to their big brown eyes and enormous eyelashes.

Her baby gave her a good, swift kick in the ribs and she rubbed at the spot where his little heel was.

Tanner’s gaze dropped to her belly. “Does the baby move around a lot?”

“Oh, yes. Come here and feel.”

It was a little awkward taking Tanner’s hand in hers and placing it over her belly, but the baby did a nice flip for his daddy, who grinned when he felt it.

There was something so special, so intimate, about a man and wife sharing this moment with their unborn child. She had lost far more than she knew, but somewhere deep down, one thought echoed through her heart and mind.

She was home.